Wand Hopping ; D.M.

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Sorry for the late post, I've been putting off writing this chapter and I've been prioritizing mental health.

TW: SA

If you feel uncomfortable reading about these topics, feel free to skip this chapter. I'm not going to get extremely graphic, but fair warning.

Elsie Granger

"A word, Ms. Granger," a voice spoke sternly, loud enough to scare me a bit.

I followed Mr. Malfoy to his office where he closed and locked the door behind us. I was nervous, obviously.

"Fancy a drink?"

"Oh, uh, no thank you, I actually don't-" I was cut off when he slid a glass toward me.

I had drank before, that wasn't the problem. I was just nervous, and alcohol wouldn't help that.

He poured himself a shot which he quickly threw to the back of his throat, followed by a second. His eyes pierced through me, he wanted me to take one as well.

Reluctantly, I did, once again I feared the consequences of saying no.

I threw the alcohol to the back of my throat and threw my head back simultaneously. The strong taste stung a bit, and next thing I knew, he was pouring another shot for me. I took that one as well as he watched with a smile on his face.

He put the bottles to the side and pushed the shot glasses aside as well. I was still nervous, but the alcohol was calming my nerves a bit.

Mr. Malfoy didn't say a word, he just leaned back in his office chair and smiled at me. Another shot was poured, and then another. I don't drink that often, only at school parties, so I don't really know my limit.

He kept pouring, and I began to resist. I pushed the glass away, but he pushed it back toward me, and told me to drink it. I didn't want to.

My thoughts started to turn abstractly, and I felt similarly to how I always feel when I've drank too much. I had a vague feeling that this wasn't going to end well.

"I feel lightheaded," I muttered.

He led me to the sofa in the back of his office to lay back and make myself comfortable. As I did, he pulled out his wand, "Muffliato."

"Granger," he began, "I know you lied to me about the elder wand."

His voice was harsh and I could tell that he was being completely serious.

"I'm not lying."

"Tell me where it is," he spat.

"I don't know."

I blacked out.

I'm unsure if he caused it, or if it was due to my alcohol consumption, but in a way, I'm glad. I awoke to him putting his clothes on, and my bottoms were off.

I'm not glad that it happened, but I'm thankful that I wasn't awake to witness and fully experience the horrors.

Maybe I would've been able to stop him, to fight him off. I feel disgusted with knowing that he laid his hands on me and took advantage of me and how weak I am.

All I want right now is to leave this damn manor and find a place where I can truly feel safe. I want to shower, and scrub off all of his dna. I hated that he touched me and that I was truly powerless.

I redressed myself and managed to keep my composure though I wanted to show him how I really felt. Not only do I hate how he made me feel, my heart aches for Mrs. Malfoy and the fact that her husband is such a cruel man.